Monday, February 9, 2015

New Year brings
new hope and wishes in tons. New year presents us with opportunities to
celebrate, call for an occasion. New
Year brings messages wishing new life, Happiness, strength, wellbeing,
successes, etc. And much to the delight of these sweet messages, we (me and my
wife) has really been blessed with much joy. We were blessed with the little
angel, a baby girl on 14th January. Her birth was like all the
happiness and wishes summed up and wrapped up with a single gift. It was more
than what we could ask for. I was told that Santa Claus is the most expensive
and yet most selling F-A-C-E in the world, but I believed my daughter’s face as
one.

There’s that
mixed feeling waiting outside the birthing center; her deep moans making my
knees weak, and yet in the midst of life’s suffering, piercing through the
fragile heart, the shy grin braves up with the thought of holding a new
baby. My heart sank with sheer joy and
stupidity as I heard my baby crying. T-R-U-S-T ME! One cannot really articulate
and justify the emotion.

She was the
cutest and most beautiful I saw. She was more than just a proof of our love.
She was the little LIFE we had to embrace and grow with. And not the least,
she’s also a GREAT teacher. Yeah, you read it right! T-E-A-C-H-E-R. Somebody wrote that becoming father is easy, but being one is difficult. I would
prostrate at that GURU’s feet agreeing so much his realization.

She teaches me
to become a better son to my parents.
Becoming father is easy, but being Father is very difficult. Waking up in the
middle of night randomly and feeding the baby is very tiring and difficult for
mother and then helping the mother to put the baby to sleep after that is
another level of sheer diligence when your eye brows are dropping down tired.
My wife said to me that sons would never understand how much pain mothers have
to undergo simply to let the baby grow within during gestation period. I
believed her then, but now I rather feel that so far I have never understood
how much pain they have to bear and how much life they have to sacrifice to
raise the child? It’s true, like we say in Dzongkha, Rang Zuu Phama Majur bar toh, phamai drinlen ngo me shay. My baby
girl teaches me how much my parents mean to me and my siblings.

She teaches me Perseverance. As if waking up randomly and helping her
mother in changing diaper during the prolong nights, waking up early and
washing dirty bagtang before leaving for office is really something
not so usual for me who used to wake up 15 minutes before office time.

She teaches me
how to be Vigilant. The beautiful life nestled in the tiny body
calls for nothing but extra ounces of vigilance, activeness, randomness, etc.

She teaches me
to Love and Care. Her birth gave me so many opportunities to tend to my wife
who survived such a perilous labour and pain. And the baby's presence in my embrace makes
me love her and care her.

She teaches me
fatherhood. With all said and done, my little daughter shows me that today the child has become a father of man.

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